boxofmisfits | Entries tagged with character: dick grayson

Telling Dick about Venom had lifted a great weight off of Eddie. Not only had the boy not freaked out, but he'd accepted Venom and now thought they were the coolest dads ever. Dad, that was something Eddie still liked hearing from Dick. Venom had even promised to scare any bullies who dared pick on their son, even if he hadn't had to make good on that promise yet.

Eddie was watching TV while browsing the internet at the moment. Dick hadn't come home yet, but he wasn't too worried. Dick had said he would be a little late coming home, since he and his lab partner had a project they were working on. He'd promised to be home by dinner, anyway.

The news was interrupted by a special bulletin, causing Eddie to look up. Apparently there was something going on at a local store, a robbery. More importantly, a kid in a costume was there on the scene, with the news reporter wondering if they were a new wannabe hero or some kid being a daredevil. Either way, Eddie easily recognized the kid in the mask. And things didn't look good for him.

Is that Dick?

Immediately, Eddie rushed out of the apartment and ducked behind an alley, suiting up into Venom. The bike was fast, but Venom could get them there easier.

Leaping across buildings, the store luckily wasn't too far away. The group of gunmen were still there. Venom jumped off the building and barged through the front door, snarling.

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The Scarecrow seemed to have the worst luck. Here he was, a brilliant man, able to give the Dark Knight a run for his money with his array of toxins and psychological trickery, and yet he kept failing. One would think he would have learned by now, but he was a persistent sort.

Crane had decided to try his hand at spreading terror through a neighboring city, only for the bird from Bludhaven to show up. His plan to spread terror through contaminating perfume and body spray hadn't gone through, thanks to Nightwing, and he'd been swiftly captured.

So now here he was, handcuffed, and looking out the window of the helicopter. His gauntlet lay out of reach, and if he tried anything, Nightwing had no problem knocking him out. It really was a no-win situation. Soon, he'd be back in Arkham, plotting his next escape while he toyed with whichever doctor was foolish enough to ask to be assigned to him.

Crane looked over at Nightwing.

"Does this make you feel proud? Being a vigilante, taking the law into your own hands?"